Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.